I Will Be The Crowned King

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"Miss Talia?"

In the deserted corridor, the little secretary looked at the gorgeous figure that suddenly appeared in his line of sight, and blurted out subconsciously, "You, are you back?"

Wearing a classic burgundy dress, the chestnut-haired girl with slightly exposed shoulders strolled in the opposite direction to her, her emerald-like eyes were filled with a touch of worry - no matter how similar they looked, the indelible temperament was enough to make her She is distinguished from Miss Lisa.

After a thousandth of a second of shock, Alan Dawn quickly regained his sanity and composure, hiding his sweaty hands behind his back, holding his head high and showing a formulaic smile: "Lord Anson Bach I'm attending a banquet in the hall, please wait a moment in the lounge for me to tell you."

"Or... allow me to show you the way to the banquet?"

A good clerk does not ask too much about the host or important guests, so he directly avoids the question of the other party's sudden appearance and why he will come back - this is professionalism.

"My dear Alan, you are already half of Anson and I's family. You don't have to be so polite all the time, and you don't have to relax every now and then."

With a toothless smile, Talia shook her head helplessly: "However, thank you for your kindness, because I happen to know that Anson is not in the hall - just a few minutes ago, he left and came to this room to rest. room."

Ugh?

The little secretary was stunned for a while, because he happened to have just left the hall not long ago. If he really did what the girl said, he should have met the commander-in-chief halfway.

But his excellent professionalism made him not show these, but nodded slightly and changed the subject: "Then do I need to brew a pot of fresh coffee and send it, or open a bottle of wine?"

"Thank you, no need." Talia smiled lightly: "We just want to not be disturbed by anyone, and spend tonight as quiet and comfortable as possible."

"As ordered."

With a comprehensible expression, the little secretary gave a salute and said, "I will inform you to avoid letting anyone approach the corridor on this side."

After finishing speaking, he didn't ask any questions, turned decisively and quickly left the corridor; just as he was about to return to the hall, he met Carl Bain who was coming this way.

"Ah, Ellen, you came just in time!"

The chief of staff who was bright in front of him quickly waved to him: "Did you see where Anson Bach went, the hall is going to be in chaos, Reinhard and Paulina of Grey Pigeon Castle kept asking me about him. Where did I go, but I didn't..."

"Please put that matter aside for the time being, Lieutenant Colonel Carl Bain." Before he could finish speaking, the little clerk directly grabbed: "Now there is a more urgent matter that needs to be dealt with by you: ordering the Guard Company's Soldiers blocked the corridor on the side I just came over, and no one is allowed to approach until dawn, immediately!"

"Immediately?" Carl raised his eyebrows:

"why?"

"Because Brigadier General Anson Bach is meeting with an important... guest."

"Who?"

"I'm so sorry, but I probably shouldn't have given you that honorable lady's name."

"The surname of the distinguished lady..."

Carl frowned slightly, then suddenly realized something, and his expression suddenly became serious after a moment of panic: "Understood, I'll call the guards company, and... Thank you for reminding me."

"You are too kind, Your Excellency Chief of Staff."

The little secretary quietly raised the corner of his mouth: "Actually, I didn't tell you anything."

"Of course, otherwise it would be your dereliction of duty."

The two who understood each other glanced at each other, then turned their heads and left while tacit understanding, as if they had never met.

……………………

It's not that hard to beat someone, or be friends with someone -- at least, that's basically how Anson sees them.

The difficulty of the problem usually lies in two aspects: subjective assumptions that are too self-righteous, and the information they have is far from being comprehensive; Being able to move the other side is only moved by his own actions.

Too little information will lead to misjudgment, so friendship is a long process, and the longer you know each other, the more you know how to get along with each other.

But Talia is an absolute exception.

The longer he knew each other, the more he found that he didn't know where to start; if the difficulty of dealing with Sophia was the preschool entrance exam, Talia probably belonged to a problem that had not been overcome in the academic frontier.

When she realized that the girl might have realized herself, Anson had thought of at least ten overlapping plans, and was ready to make the deepest reflection and apology for the reason why she was not notified immediately after that night, plus Explain why he became a "blasphemy mage" - made up, of course.

In the end, before he could speak, the first thing Talia did after pushing in the door was this.

The girl, like a new wife who forgot to make breakfast for her husband in the morning, or forgot to iron her formal clothes the night before, apologized over and over again for her own "carelessness" and "mistakes"; she said that she never thought that the gravekeeper would still Anson as a target, and the "key" he left behind almost made him disappear from this world forever.

Anson, whose plan was directly disrupted, fell into the rhythm of the other party. After a brief period of bewilderment, he could only continue to follow the girl's words, listening to Talia's wireless self-blame.

This process lasted for about fifteen minutes, until the smiling Anson felt that his facial muscles were almost completely stiff before the curtain finally came to an end.

"...So dear Anson, can you forgive Talia's mistake this time?" The girl sitting on the side of the sofa held Anson's hands tightly, and the corners of her emerald eyes were shining like stars: "Just This time, there will never be another time!"

"Of course, how can I doubt you?" Anson, whose expression was completely frozen, continued to smile, and his brain was in a state of semi-shutdown:

"It's not your fault, it's just a misjudgment; what's more, the matter is over, the gravekeepers who attacked Beluga Harbor have all been eliminated, and we are safe."

"I knew..." Talia burst into tears:

"Yeah, Anson will forgive Talia; you're the best of all the fiancés."

Yes, because those who are not good enough are completely finished... Anson twitched the corners of his mouth.

But the girl didn't seem to notice this tiny expression at all, her petite body was nestled in Anson's arms, and her cheeks were filled with happiness.

"Dear Anson, for a moment... Talia really thought she would never see you again." The girl blinked:

"Fortunately, the father appeared in time, much earlier than the scheduled plan; although he has a bad temper and is occasionally rigid, antique, and stubborn, he is really the greatest father in the world."

"Speaking of which, you should have already known each other, right? How did you feel when you first met? Wouldn't it be too stressful?"

"Uh, this is..."

Looking at the girl's curious eyes, An Sen, who was already laughing stiffly, hesitated.

He hesitated how to explain his "friendship" with Rune.

The apostle clearly mentioned that too much in-depth understanding of what happened in another timeline will accelerate the intensity of the entanglement between the two timelines in his body, and eventually he will be completely exiled.

In other words, if you want to delay as much as possible—getting rid of it is basically impossible—not only can’t understand what’s going on in the other timeline too much, but also try to avoid the exchange of information between the two timelines; like “ Your father and I have been friends for thousands of years." Try not to say such things if you can.

So after a brief silence, Anson gave an absolutely correct answer: "It should be said... OK."

"Can?"

Talia was stunned: "This is your first meeting with Him, and in the case of the gravekeeper attack, it's just... ok?"

"Yes, I found that the two of us can talk quite well." At this point, Anson could only bite the bullet and continue to lie - of course not all:

"He... I mean your father, Rune was very friendly to me and showed no hostility at all; not only that, Rune also solved the Lord of the Abyss - but it shouldn't really kill him, of course this is My guess."

If you want to destroy the Lord of the Abyss, you must first destroy the twisted domain of the Sea of ​​the Abyss, and if that's the case, the Lord of the Abyss will not be killed the moment Rune appears.

"Yes, perhaps because you are already a blasphemous mage, my father has always had the most basic goodwill towards real spellcasters."

Talia paused for a moment: "Wait, that's not right."

"You call your father... Rune?"

She slowly sat up straight, showing a slightly unbelievable expression: "Father only allows the descendants of those ancient spellcasters to call themselves by his name, even if ordinary people are fortunate enough to become blasphemous mages, they will be regarded by their father as their own. For provocation...how could He allow you to do this?"

"Uh, maybe it's because we have a good impression of each other?" Anson tried to make himself look more relaxed and casual: "Like many close friends, they don't care so much about some stereotypes."

"friend?"

"It's just an analogy." Anson tried to raise the corner of his mouth: "No other meaning."

"Is it."

Talia nodded slightly, and the wandering eyes seemed to show that her heart was not as calm as it appeared.

No, she must have already sensed the problem, and if I continue to ask further questions, it will definitely involve the question of why I was able to upgrade to become a Blasphemy Mage... Anson, who was still smiling, paused, as if he suddenly remembered something:

"By the way, Talia, there is something I must tell you right away."

"Ah?" The girl's face was startled: "What is it?"

"That night, after I met your father, I never saw him again, not even once."

An Sen's expression suddenly became serious: "Not only that, but since then, he has never sensed his breath again - it's like the world has evaporated and disappeared completely."

"Oh, you mean that."

Suddenly realized Talia chuckled: "Dear Anson, you don't have to worry about my father, it's normal."

"normal?"

"Yes, apostles like our father are different from us. They cannot easily restrain their power and exist in an image that can be 'tolerated' by the world. Their evolutionary level is too high, and every move will cause interference and damage to the world. ."

Talia explained earnestly: "So most of the time, my father will 'disappear' from this world to avoid having too much influence on the surrounding and causing riots."

"Specifically, he will turn himself into some kind of ... more common sense existence, and at the same time try to avoid contact with the outside world, that is, live in a place far away from society; it can be an abandoned mine, no one A cabin or a farm, or a remote wood."

"Of course, there will be some changes in these places that are not the same as in the past: dead corpses are resurrected, trees and metals grow **** flesh, looming undead... He is an apostle of blood magic, so that's probably what it is."

Looking at Anson's curious eyes, the girl showed a happy smile: "And in a few thousand years, Talia will also have such a day... Dear Anson, of course, including you, you might as well look forward to it first."

What to expect, turning into haunted broken houses and mines?

Anson took a deep breath: "So we don't have to worry about your father, do we?"

"Of course, he is an apostle, and there is nothing in this world that can hurt him." Talia nodded: "Except for another apostle."

"However, after the glorious years of the true God believers, the apostles have long since become extremely rare existences, and each of the few remaining are befriended by their fathers, and they have signed a contract with the Church of Order similar to the Rune family. , unless there is an accident, it is impossible to appear in the new world~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and in the new world... maybe there was, but now there is no power enough to threaten the father."

Following the words, Talia's expression suddenly showed a little sadness and regret, and her eyes dimmed.

An Sen, whose mood was also calmer, hesitated for a while, but he couldn't help but say, "It has something to do with... the Land of Rest, right?"

"Dear Anson, your insight is still as sharp."

The girl nodded her head slightly with a bit of loneliness: "Yes, but it's not... More precisely, it is related to Boredim."

"Sorry, Anson, I didn't fully explain when I mentioned the land of rest to you - Boredim is a city, a city built on the land of rest, which is the tomb of the true gods, and belongs to all true **** believers. city; I was hoping to let you get the key and enter there... Unfortunately, I failed."

No, you succeeded... An Sen secretly said in his heart, "What about later?"

"Then..." Talia sighed suddenly:

"It's gone."